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Mr. Bungle Miscellaneous California Sweet Charity Save me The heavens have opened The storm is over So let's start the parade... Raindrops Will turn to laughter Forever after In your technicolor heartbeat And they say That it helps you forget everything... Sweet charity You drink your poison from a cup of gold Your gift keeps on giving and giving Perfect photographs Of Everest days And postcard nights Tearing through the paper walls of time With sunset eyes Telethons, Grand Canyon hearts You numb your mind With gloves of white and turpentine Even the bombs and scarecrows will sing! Sweet charity Save me The heavens have opened And I'm alone Sweet charity Save me The heavens have opened I'm coming home Sweet charity Save me The asylums have opened I'm coming home Sweet charity I'm home free... None Of Them Knew They Were Robots Mendel's machines replicate in the night In the black iron prison of St. Augustine's light He's paying the bills and they're doing him proud They can float their burnt offerings on assembler clouds With omega point in the sight The new Franklins fly their kites And the post modern empire is ended tonight From history The flood of counterfeits released The black cloud Reductionism and the beast Automatons gather all the pieces So the world may be increased In simulation jubilation For the deceased... Spray-on clothes and diamond jaws Wrinkles smoothed by nanoclaws With my machines I can dispatch you From this world without a trace Our nostalgia ghosts are ready to take your place Content-shifting shopping malls Gasoline trees and walk-through walls None of them knew... I feel the grey goo boiling my blood As I watch the dead rise up out of the earth Try to hide from the lies as they all come true Deus absconditus Deus nullus deus nisi deus I feel the grey goo boiling my blood As the fenris wolf slowly bites through his chain Try to hide the myth as it becomes a man None of them knew they were robots Buying an X or an O In state craft tic tac toe Cats game for Joe Blow Post industrial bliss A binary hug or kiss Can be wrung from utility mist They stole the great arcanum The secret fire Moloch found his gold For the new empire Once again The necrophage becomes saint Lindy hop around the truth Jump back wolf pack attack Slap back white shark attack Swingin' up there in the noose Jump back wolf pack attack Slap back white shark attack Phased array diffraction nets From full-wall paint-on TV sets Migratory home sublets And time shared diamond fiber sets Recombinant logos keys Bitic Qabalistic trees I feel the grey goo boiling my blood As leviathan and his bugs freeze the sea Try to save the world by immolating myself From history The flood of counterfeits released The black cloud The resurrection of the deceased Automatons gather all the pieces So the world may be increased In simulation jubilation For the builders Of the body of the beast Retrovertigo Before you advertise All the fame is implied With no fortune unseen Sell the rights To your blight Time-machine While I'm dulled by excess And a cynic at best My art imitates crime Paid for by The allies So invest Now I'm finding truth is a ruin Nauseous end that nobody is pursuing Staring into glassy eyes Mesmerized There's a vintage thirst returning But I'm sheltered by my channel-surfing Every famine virtual Retrovertigo A tribute to false memories With conviction Cheap imitation Is it fashion or disease? Post-ironic Remains a mouth to feed Sell the rights To your blight And you'll eat See the vintage robot wearied Then awakened by revision theories Every famine virtual Retrovertigo The Air-Conditioned Nightmare Inside of me today There is no one Only asteroids and empty space A waste ...They're looking through the windows at me... Get me out of this air-conditioned nightmare Rots your brain just like a catchy tune You will hate life more than life hates you Happiness is your illness in an air-conditioned nightmare ...Burn all your mementos of me... Walkin' on air Up from the wheelchair I'll find the suicide That I deserve Walkin' on sand Forgotten where I am But it's so comfortable Here in the sun... I only see rainbows Now that the bandages are gone Through my window, there From the skyscrapers Down to the submarines Birds and fairies Sanctuaries Atop the rolling hills of hell These words are sledgehammers Of truth That pound the iron heart Of sin Bloody smiling Vandalizing My wet dream is drying up... Where's my rainbow? Where's my halo? There's my halo! Ars Moriendi He who hears in the vast silence He who wafts on the red wind "In extremis" He who leaps across the precipice He who steals pearls from the ashes "Ride si sapis" 'Ave atque vale' I shall rise again Bardo of the flesh So feast on me All my bones are laughing As you're dancing on my grave 'Ave atque vale' Pink Cigarette Hush me, touch me Perfume, the wind and the leaves Hush me, touch me The burns, the holes in the sheets I'm hoping the smoke Hides the shame I've got on my face Cognac and broken glass All these years I've been your ashtray Not today I found a pink cigarette On the bed the day that you left And how can I forget that your lips were there Your kiss goes everywhere, touches everything But me Hush me, touch me Champagne, your hair in the breeze Hush me, touch me Lipstick, a slap on my cheek Your eyes cried at last Told me everything I was afraid to ask Now I'm dressed in white And you've burned me for the last time This ain't the last tine You'll find a note and you'll see my silhouette... There's just 5 hours left until you find me dead There's just 4 hours left until you find me dead There's just 3 hours left until you find me dead There's just 2 hours left until you find me dead There's 1 more hour and then you will find me dead There's just..................... Golem II: The Bionic Vapour Boy Golem II: the self-perfecting Lie-rejecting Human mind correcting Totem of the living Self-organized, wrought from the clay Our king by night, our slave by the day Giga-giga-gilgamesh What do you know? Watch the human life show OK let's go O my double He can pop your bubble That means trouble Stronger than a lion Golem II: the bionic paper boy Self-perfecting World-inspecting Lie-detecting Our instructions His induction Big production Golem II: the bionic puppet boy Giga-gilgamesh Gigagigagigagiga Beast of burden Spirit lifting Master of shape-shifting Seamless drifting Shining spotlight Screaming mobs and stage fright You get it right Building a new zion Golem II: the bionic vapour boy War-directing Mind-inspecting Man-correcting Our instructions His induction Big production Golem II: the bionic vapour boy The Holy Filament In fiber optic illusion The flickering eyes By flourescent lights Supplicate before machines, Self-reflecting The legend of modernity: The phosphenes explode God's eternal strobe Through the holy filament, Graven image Vanity Fair You're not human You're a miracle A preacher with an animal's face In your sexy Neon smokescreen Lie the supersalesmen of vanity Even your shadow worships you In your jungle solitude With the orgies of the sacrament And the seal of flagellants God saves those who save their skin From the bondage that we're in I'm elated I could cut you And remove the sheath of your ignorance Bless the eunuch And the Skoptsi Will you hurt me now and make a million? Say cheese, baby We all love you But it's a cheap world and you don't exist... Slit the fabric of the right now Spread your legs and wear the crown Tell me how long, lord, how long? Till I get my beauty sleep? Now the hourglass is empty The moment of my de-sexing Cut it Cut it Cut this cancer from my soul Now that I've made it... I'm finally naked... Goodbye Sober Day Your lips say one thing But the drugs say another How can I massage This inter-galactic ulcer? Goodbye sober day Hello milky way... Pin my ear to the wisdom post Hang me up and drain me dry Mend my shipwrecked spirit Lift the veil from my eyes Goodbye sober day The years grew wings and flew away Ghosts of the past become barbarians Of the future... And I still pity you Because what you said was true Goodbye sober day Hello milky way... May your sun be blown out like a candle May your sea burn like tar May your sky be rolled up like a scroll May your blue moon drip with blood What would they say If you went up in smoke? If I dug you up And made soup of your bones? Goodbye sober day |
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